PMan: Well, it looks like its going to be another year of handing out candy at the door. Although I would like to do it in costume this year.
Plasticmanticor carried a large bag of candy to his car. Or more accurately, his dad's car. It was a awesome black BMW M3, and he had trouble driving it. The transmission was so horribly different to his somewhat worn-down ACURA TSX. The clutch was so dang oversized in the Beamer...but it was totally worth it if when was to drive it. Some 400 horsepower...it was fun.
PMan: Lessee.. I have Snickers, Milky way, Reese's, Twix, and Skih-ohs...I probably should have gotten something for the trick-o-treaters, though...
He unlocked the car, placed the goodies inside, and climbed into the front seat. Carefully, he navigated the vehicle out of the parking lot, and into the street.
PMan: Of course, I still need to decide how to answer the door...Of course! I'll do a little tap dance and give out only 1 piece in the guise of Kefka! True evil wears ruffles!
As his turn came up, he noticed further down the street a group of police officers threatening some others at gunpoint. As Plasticmanticor attempted to downshift to second to make the turn, he couldn't take his eyes off the spectacle. Suddenly, the car lurched forwards and stopped.
PMan: Aw, crud, I stalled out. Stupid clutch.
He pressed the button to restart the car, and as it hummed to live with a satisfying roar, a chain of explosions shook the ground through his sport-tuned suspension.
PMan: WHAT THE-I'd better get home! The costume can wait until tomorrow!
He quickly drove off, being careful not to stall out again.
Don't just take a stand, take ACTION.
Every moment spent whining is forever a moment lost from doing something about it
Also, THO has lost the game. It's true